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the next day. I could
hear my own voice in my head saying, “Imagine, Mel. Me. Who can hardly pay for anything. In the Four Seasons.”
    We walked into the elevator with such purpose. We
turned, and I eyed some of the women in the lobby who looked at me with such
jealous zeal. I was with the most handsome, most money-laden man in the room. I
held my hands together, self-conscious, as Drew turned to me and positioned his
hands on my ass. “You really are so beautiful,” he said before he dove his head into my neck, kissing me with his large,
romantic lips. I leaned my head back, allowing him to dip down to my collar, my
breasts. A large sigh came from my lips.
    Finally, we reached the tenth floor. I followed him
down the wide hallway, wondering about all the people in each of the rooms;
each with such money, each probably fucking their wives, their mistresses. Drew
opened the last door on the right—room 371—and allowed me to enter first,
streamlining his arm forward to usher me in .
    My breath was caught in my throat as I entered. I
looked back at him only for a moment before stepping forward, finding myself
with the greatest view of the city I had ever seen. I walked to the window,
watching as the sun petered out over the clouds, leaving the city lights to
shine. Behind me, I felt a warm shadow. Drew had come up behind me, wrapping
his arms around my thin waist. “Look at it, baby,” he said. “Look at it.”
    And I did. I placed my hands on the floor to ceiling
window, watching as the city came to life. I sighed into it, feeling so utterly
complete. My breasts bobbed into the window. I felt so full, so cherished.
    Behind me, Drew had pulled away. I heard him on the
telephone, ordering champagne. Was this what rich people did? I couldn’t be
sure. I walked toward the bed. It was a fine king-sized bed with crisp white
sheets and a white comforter. I imagined us fucking on it, and my eyes began to
roam over his tight body, his thick, muscled arms. I licked my lips. He hung up
the phone, turning back toward me and clapping his hands.
    “You ordered champagne?” I asked him, bringing
myself back into the moment.
    He nodded, walking toward the bed. He wrapped his
arms around me again.
    I spoke in a husky, sexy voice. “What are we
celebrating?” I asked him. I swallowed firmly, feeling the rush, the sexuality
forming in me. My pussy was wet; it seemed to beat beneath me. My nipples were
hard in my bra.
    He spoke back. His penis was hard against my leg.
Suddenly, I placed my hand over it, kneading it. I sighed as he spoke. “I
bought a building today. In Wicker Park. I’ll be
having my bookstore there,” he said, leaning in and beginning to kiss my neck,
my cheek. “I’ll destroy the whole goddamned building. You can watch me knock it
down.”
    I grabbed his chest, needing him, pulling him
closer. “Yeah? You’ll destroy it?”
    “Just like I’m going to destroy you,” he said. He
teased me, licking lightly at the tip of my nose. I laughed, loving the
playfulness of it.
    “You’ll destroy it and build a new building?” I
asked him, kissing him again, barely able to concentrate on the details.
    He nodded, beginning to unbutton my dress, pulling
off my jacket. Suddenly, one of my buttons popped and flung itself across the
room. He knelt at my breasts and began rubbing them, kissing them. He grabbed
my nipples and began playing with them, forcing my head back. I started
breathing hot, wanting him to touch me. I thought about it; how he would work
in Wicker Park, so close to me. How I could rush to his bookstore and fuck him,
there in the midst of the books, whenever I wanted. I pictured it in my mind in
a flurry of nervous, sexual energy. I let out a loud moan.
    “Yeah, baby. Yeah.” This
was Drew, below me, unbuttoning still more of my dress, revealing more of my
abdomen. My breasts bounced in his face, and his tongue met them easily.
    At the door, there was a knock. So swept up in
Drew’s touch, I